Page 81 of Off Camera
I saw lace. I saw bare skin. I saw her watching me, and I caved.
Fuck, I wanted her in that moment.
I wanted her more than I’ve ever wanted anything else.
That had to have been enough.
One final time, and now I can be done with her.
The silence has helped.
I’ve started to forget about how her hair feels wrapped around my wrist. What she sounds like when she comes apart. How she says my name, that breathy little moan she lets out when she needs more.
I made a vow last night when she texted me that we aren’t going to pause the feud again. I can’t afford to risk being nice. I’m not going to share parts of myself I like to keep hidden. We can settle into the usual back-and-forth we do so well and go on our way.
Thatis what works well between us, not some quick fuck without a condom that has me asking myself what thefucking fuckI was thinking.
And telling her I wished I finished inside her so I could see what it looked like? So I could watch her walk out of my office with my cum running down her leg?
I’m out of my mind.
Thishasto stop.
The bells above the door to the cafe chime, and I glance at the entrance.
Avery comes waltzing through in short overalls and a yellow tube top that shows off half her stomach. That anklet is stilllooped around her leg, and I remember how much I liked feeling it against my tongue when I kissed her calf.
She scans the room before her eyes settle on me. Her lips quirk up and she saunters over, all hips and curves and an obnoxious smile. When she gets to the open seat across from me, she sits down. She tosses her hair over her shoulder, and I notice she’s wearing another ribbon—white this time. She stretches out her legs, and her knee bumps mine.
“Hi,” she says.
“Hello.” I slide her drink across the table. “This is for you.”
She eyes the plastic cup suspiciously. “What is it?”
“Your usual order. Maven told me what you like to get.”
Avery blinks and lifts her chin. She tilts her head to the side and studies me. “Did you poison it?”
“I did. I carry around travel sized cyanide and poured it in there while the barista watched me. She’s in on it too. I can’t believe you figured it out.”
“My favorite.” She scoops up the cup and brings it to her mouth. I stare at her ear instead of her lips and do my best to ignore the irritating sound she makes when she takes a sip. “Tastes good.”
“So.” I scoot back so we’re not touching. The less physical contact, the better. I don’t trust myself after the last time I saw her. “What’s up?”
“I can’t believe the season starts tonight. The preseason went by way too fast,” she says.
“The rest of the year isn’t going to go any slower.”
“I know.” She looks out the window to her right. She taps her painted nails against her cheek and sighs. “My sleep schedule is about to turn to shit.”
“Not that I don’t love this awkward small talk we’re making, but why did you want to meet up, Avery?” I ask. “We don’t have enough common interests to warrant a hang out in our off time.”
“That’s not true. We both like comic books. And romance novels.”
My dick twitches at the thought of her spread out on my bed. A comic book in her hand and a flirty smile on her lips. The sheets pooled around her waist and her perfect tits on display as she reads me page after page from something off my shelf.
I need a lobotomy.
